Dear Mother, Dear Father
Dear mother
This is just tomorrow
Breathing down your neck
only 24 hours till the end of the world
Dear Father
This is just tomorrow
And its iron willed
We are both a quarter short of a dime
Dear mother
I cant see tomorrow
Friends lost in faithless fear
Fog like a austere doom
Dear Father
I cant see tomorrow
Waking up on a dream
Plying paper to philisites in MI
